I am now officially behind in my training. Everytime I saw my coach, she said I was to do eight miles. I’ve been doing eight miles for a month now. I thought it was some new technique. It turns out, we should have built up to twelve miles at this point. I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. And I’m behind on my fundraising.
All I can do is keep moving forward. The mission is so important. I don’t have time to be discouraged.
I’m jealous that Sandy’s team trains together for cross-training. We have to do our assigned cross-training on our own. We’re up to ten miles this week and for the first time, I’m scared. Seven miles and eight miles were difficult. I missed nine miles because of the fundraiser. Can I jump from 8 to 10? I guess I’ll just have to. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me – that is what I will be telling myself every step of the way. To add to that, everyone is recognizing me from the newspaper article and I have to tell my story and do speaking engagements but so far, it hasn’t resulted in more donations. I need to meet my fundraising goal. Oh, and I’m also jealous of Sandy’s super great pictures which were probably taken with her super expensive fancy camera. Even if it was taken with a cheap point and shoot, all her pics are golden to me.
Thought for the day courtesy of Dr. Hamilton, who I saw at the gym this morning, “YOU’VE GOT TO SWEAT LIKE A PIG TO LOOK LIKE A FOX!”
I have the following quote as the close to all of my emails “Every job is a self-portrait of the person who did it. Autograph your work with excellence.” It’s a nice phrase, but do we really? And if we do, does it apply only to our “day job” or does it extend to our homes? Our churches? Our parenting? Does it sometimes seem like we give our all to our employers and then settle for second best in our lives? We go to work sick but stay home from church if we are sick. We’ll let the house stay in disarray but make sure our office is clean. As we fulfill our purpose and see each person, each entry in our schedule as a divine opportunity to minister, we need to consider the portrait we are painting.
Like a vampire, my oldest son PJ has turned…expensive. When I asked what he wanted for his fifth birthday, he said a speed racer car. OK, not so bad. What about his party though? He chose a place that I will rename the Leapin Primate to avoid liability. It is a place that has a bunch of various inflatables, costumes, etc. and very expensive. Gone are the days of having cake at home. At least he is not too selfish…he’s been telling everyone he knows about his involvement with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. He also has been using his Sunday school lessons to encourage anyone who has a problem to pray. But Leapin Primates in this economic environment? We’ll see if I can make it work.
Sandy just sent me pics from my birthday. It made me sort of sad because I miss her and Vaughn so much. She should leave NY and I should leave NC and we should live halfway – DC. Unfortunately neither my husband nor her boyfriend are having it. http://sandyjenetephotography.blogspot.com/ Anyway the pics are great.
I did a presentation this week about potty mouths and communication. The same person who is saying poopy head as a child becomes a grown man saying the word shirt without the r in it. The s word in my family is shut up or stupid. The f word is fat. I thought about all these words that we don’t want a child to repeat and yet you hear them all over the tv and in life. We need to be cautious in our communications because you can’t really take words back.
Anyway, the so-called hurricane didn’t do too much down here except derail my training schedule. I still haven’t gotten my 5miler in. I did do 3.25 this morning on the treadmill which is very different from running in the community. I may do more after work. Fundraising is tough and is going more slowly than I would like. The fundraising is actually scarier than the thought of 26.2 miles.
So Hurricane Hannah is hitting the east coast and I have to leave in rain and high winds. Hurricanes make me nervous since I was locked in place by flooding during Hurricane Floyd. Oh well, time to wade in the water. My run tomorrow has been cancelled, which is a bummer. PJ is unlikely to sleep on his own since storms scare him. Worse yet, my husband is working night shift so I’ll have to be brave all by myself. Anyway, the adventure begins…
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